Song Lyrics
and money pick your poison or you die
and money under the mexican sky
poverty will turn the life of any good man bad
no matter how he tries
And money pick your poison or you die, outside nuevo laredo Megadeth, all love and mercy ever learned
And money under the mexican sky, become a killer or be killed face down in the rio grande
Poverty will turn the life of any good man bad, he had a suitcase full of money, he had a suitcase full of money
just about high noon
Outside nuevo laredo, and money a pistol pressed to his head
deep in no man s land
He hears plata o plomo, and money pick your poison or you die
Just about high noon, it s just a matter of time Guns,, gringo? the last words before he dies
He hears plata o plomo, all love and mercy ever learned
Gringo? the last words before he dies, choose silver and you re rich you gonna die if you choose lead
just about high noon
no matter how he tries
the sweat rolls down his dirty face
poverty will turn the life of any good man bad
and money a pistol pressed to his head
Drinking cold cerveza in a boiling hot saloon, and money pick your poison or you die
The sweat rolls down his dirty face, outside nuevo laredo
Plenty of ammo for his gun, choose silver and you re rich you gonna die if you choose lead Drugs,, he hears plata o plomo
He hears plata o plomo, it s just a matter of time
He ll soon forget what he had, his plans have all come undone, choose silver and you re rich you gonna die if you choose lead
plenty of ammo for his gun
Choose silver and you re rich you gonna die if you choose lead, just about high noon
No matter how he tries, he ll soon forget what he had
The sweat rolls down his dirty face, chasing shots of tequila
Just about high noon, all love and mercy ever learned
chasing shots of tequila
Poverty will turn the life of any good man bad, gringo? the last words before he dies
He hears plata o plomo, outside nuevo laredo
His plans have all come undone, gringo? the last words before he dies Drugs,, he ll soon forget what he had
Just about high noon, the sweat rolls down his dirty face, poverty will turn the life of any good man bad
And money pick your poison or you die, gringo? the last words before he dies, gringo? the last words before he dies
He had a suitcase full of money, drinking cold cerveza in a boiling hot saloon, deep in no man s land
And money under the mexican sky, become a killer or be killed face down in the rio grande
it s just a matter of time
the sweat rolls down his dirty face
the sweat rolls down his dirty face
he had a suitcase full of money
poverty will turn the life of any good man bad
the sweat rolls down his dirty face
his plans have all come undone
Plenty of ammo for his gun, chasing shots of tequila
it s just a matter of time
And money under the mexican sky, drinking cold cerveza in a boiling hot saloon
drinking cold cerveza in a boiling hot saloon
Choose silver and you re rich you gonna die if you choose lead, all love and mercy ever learned
The sweat rolls down his dirty face, outside nuevo laredo
It s just a matter of time, he hears plata o plomo, deep in no man s land
Outside nuevo laredo, the sweat rolls down his dirty face
Become a killer or be killed face down in the rio grande, no matter how he tries
And money a pistol pressed to his head, he ll soon forget what he had, he had a suitcase full of money
Gringo? the last words before he dies, and money pick your poison or you die